"You like me. Don't you?" Trevor said, beginning to smile.
"Are you kidding me? It hate you, and all of your freaky friends," Randy said.
"You don't mean that. Not anymore," Trevor said.
"What the hell are you trying to do? Make me your friend or something? Just because I'm wearing your clothes doesn't mean that I want to be your friend."
"I think you're already my friend," Trevor said.
"What? What the hell does that mean?"
"It's that note I found. I read it out loud and suddenly you changed."
Randy walked towards him. "What note?"
"You two!" a voice suddenly yelled out. The two Goth boys turned and saw a man walking towards them. It was one of the hall monitors. "You should be in class."
"Mr. Donaldson sent us to the office," Randy said.
"What the fuck did you tell him that for?" Trevor asked, hitting Randy in the arm, which caused the former jock to rub it. Ever since he became like Trevor, he felt more and more weak. What the hell did Trevor do to him? It wasn't just his clothes that had changed. It was his entire body.
"Come on, you two," the hall monitor said, grabbing their arms and pushing them down the hall towards the main office.
